Young Guns II Page #2

I ALWAYS WANTED:

TO TELL YOU.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

WROTE IT.

YOU LOOK GOOD.

WHAT ABOU A DRINK, DOC?

HA HA HA HA!

WHERE'D

THEY CATCH YOU?

SEVEN RAIL DAYS:

EAST.

WIFE?

CHILD.

CHAVEZ, WHERE

THE HELL IS HE?

[BREATHING

HEAVILY]

BILLY.

WHOA, WHOA.

HA HA HA HA HA!

HEAVY STEPS, PATSY.

HEY,GRACIAS.

A MESSENGER:

CAME THROUGH TOWN TODAY

FROM THE NEW GOVERNOR.

HEE HEE!

HE WANTS TO MEE WITH YOU.

HE CAN'T CATCH YOU.

YOU'RE MAKING HIM

LOOK A FOOL.

GO ON.

HE WANTS TO TALK TREATY.

YOU'RE BOSHING ME.

HE WANTS YOU:

TO TURN STATE'S EVIDENCE

AND TESTIFY.

TESTIFY AGAINST WHO?

AGAINST THE MURPHY BOYS

HE'S GOT IN THAT PI IN LINCOLN.

YOU CAN HANG:

YOUR OLD ENEMIES, KID.

IT'S THE ONLY CHANCE

YOU GOT TO SAVE YOUR NECK.

YOU GOT NO PLACE

LEFT TO HIDE.

SO EVERYBODY'S

LOOKING FOR ME.

HMM.

HEY. PAULITA MAXWELL

AROUND?

SHE LOOKING FOR ME?

GETTING KIND OF:

LONELY IN HERE.

NO. I DON'T THINK

PAULITA'S LOOKING FOR YOU.

I THINK CELSA BACA'S

LOOKING FOR YOU.

WHOA! CELSA BACA!

YOU GOT TO BEAR GREASE

THE DAMN WALLS:

TO GET THAT PIG:

IN HERE.

YEAH? THAT'S THE ONLY THING

WE'D HAVE TO BEAR GREASE.

GARRETT!

WELL, GARRETT WAS RIGHT.

I WAS RUNNING OU OF PLACES TO HIDE.

AND HERE WAS:

GOVERNOR LEW WALLACE,

THE SECOND BEST-KNOWN MAN

IN NEW MEXICO,

PROPOSING TO MAKE A TREATY

WITH ME IN LINCOLN.

THEN WHY GIVE UP THE SANCTUARY

OF A LITTLE VILLAGE

WHERE I WAS PROTECTED

BY MY FRIENDS?

BUENOS DIAS, IGNIO.

#COMO ESTAS?

HOLA, BILLY.

I FOUND HIM! HE'S--

WELL, I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

'CAUSE $5OO

CUTS A LOT OF TIES.

AH, DAMN IT, IGNIO.

[GUNSHOTS]

COME ON!

MOVE IN!

ALL RIGHT!

GO AROUND BACK!

AH!

KEEP IT DOWN!

SERGEANT TURNER!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!

RIDE, LITTLE CASINO.

COME ON!

GIT, GIT, GIT! WOO!

[GUNSHOTS]

GO, BILLY!

YOUR EXCELLENCY...

IT'S HIM.

HE'S HERE.

WELL, SHOW HIM IN.

HI.

MR. BONNEY?

I APPRECIATE:

YOUR GOOD FAITH.

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M GOVERNOR LEW WALLACE.

EXTRAORDINARY.

I WAS EXPECTING A RATHER ROUGH

AND OLDER FELLOW,

NOT SO SMOOTH OF FACE.

COGNAC, MR. BONNEY?

UH-UH.

WELL, THEN. TO THE POINT.

THE VARIOUS CRIMES COMMITTED

DURING THE LINCOLN CATTLE WAR--

EXCUSE ME, SIR.

IT WAS NO CATTLE WAR.

IT WAS A MERCHANT WAR,

THEY KILLED MY EMPLOYER,

MR. TUNSTALL,

AND I MADE WAR.

THOSE MEN THAT KILLED

YOUR EMPLOYER,

THE GROUP THAT EVADED

THE REVENGE:

OF YOUR SO-CALLED

REGULATORS,

THEY'VE BECOME

A RATHER ROUGH BUNCH

SINCE THIS MERCHANTS' WAR,

CUTTING:

PROMINENT RANCHERS' HERDS

LIKE JOHN CHISUM'S.

YES, SIR. THEY HAVE.

AND YOU HAVE, TOO.

HOWEVER...

YOU'RE ONE,

AND THE MURPHY-DOLAN RUSTLERS

ARE MANY.

IF YOU CAN TESTIFY

AGAINST WHAT YOU SAW

IN YOUR LITTLE WAR,

I CAN THEN ELIMINATE

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